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DISCLAIMER!
Me: MICHAEL!
Michael: Why did you call me! I was busy!
Me: With what may I ask?
Michael: Umm… maybe hacking? The internet.
Me: How?... not gonna ask. Disclaimer please!*hands paper with disclaimer on*
Michael: Ok. Lem doesn't own anything except plot and OC's. And… *looks at paper* she is not Cassie Clare…? Who is Cassie Clare?
Me: *Chucks City of Bones at him* Educate yourself.
-lem
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Elo
Dreams sucked.
I was back in the London institute library. If Mr Sarcastic-Shit showed up, I was going to kill him. Again. With a brick or Tem, I wasn't fussy.
Why couldn't I just have normal dreams? Oh wait. I was crazy. Must be genes.
Speaking of which…
"You alright cariad?"
He must have noticed my messed up hair, puffy eyes, and tear tracks down my cheeks. The reluctance to talk must have pointed something was wrong. Seriously. I never shut up. What was wrong with me?
Love. That was what was wrong with me.
"I think I look as good as I feel."
"Well, you look pretty damn bad for a Herondale"
"So pretty much, I look like a godsend for anyone else, but crap to anyone related to us"
"Now we're singing from the same sheet"
I laughed. It was short and sharp, but it was a laugh never the less.
"God, if you start singing, I may bleed"
"Sorry to say love, you are."
I looked down at my arms, the runes flashing darkly. Cuts ran along my arms, thin, shallow, but beads of blood running down my shirt. Damn. I loved this shirt. But the weird thing was the rune covering my wrist pulsed once, the sharp pain shocking me.
I studied it more was an interlocking rune, intricate and twisting around the circumference of my wrist.
Will looked at me like I was an alien from outer space.
"Where the bloody hell did you get that?" he enquired, pointing at the rune of mystery.
His sapphire eyes were popping out of his head.
"It appeared to me in my head. You care because…? By the way, you look like a fish."
He put his arm next to mine. His skin was pale contrasting to mine, like milk.
Now my eyes were probably popping out of my head as I beheld the sight I saw.
They were identical. And they pulsed gold as our wrists touched.
…
"Holy crap. Will, what the-"
This was freaking impossible.
"A Sanguinis Vinculo. By the angel, I thought they were a myth. A story."
"All the stories are true, Will. What is a sanguinis vinculo? Isn't that Latin for blood bond?"
The first Latin words that Michael taught me were blood bond. He said warriors used it in ancient times. And then he went back to hacking into google. Ah, the priorities. Second words of Latin. Caesim. Hacking. Pretty damn useful in the streets.
God, sometimes I missed the streets. I missed Ben, and all of the crazy times. I miss Lil. I miss Michael the hacker, not Michael the angel.
"Have you heard of parabati?"
"Yes." The blood drained out of my face faster that you could say 'skittles!' I felt as pale as chalk.
"This though… It was told that a blood bond was used by Johnathan and Abigail Shadowhunter. They said once Raziel had visited them, they felt the compulsion to draw a mark on their wrists. A mark that was permanent, and bound them to another person. It also said that people may have it, but not know until they meet their sanguinis particeps. Blood partner. The only catch was that you had to me related to the person. Only a tiny drop of blood was needed to be identical, one of the pair to be extraordinary. In this case, it was disputed weather it was Johnathan or Abigail, but most say it was Johnathan. You know, creator of the Nephilim has got to add more press. We don't know much else except it was close to parabati. But something happened once one was dead. It retained. It retained when both were dead. It supposedly can be a trio, but it has never happened." He looked up quickly at me, but not meeting my eyes.
"So I'm stuck with you forever. Great." But he wasn't paying attention
There was something else he wasn't telling me. Something he knew. His eyes lit up when he started muttering to himself.
"James, I can see James, tell him how sorry I am, Tessa…."
Then the image collapsed and a puff of glitter obscured my vision.
…
I was starting to develop and grudging respect for sparkles.
I was staring out, the room lit by glittery lamps. I was standing on the table, the symbols gone, bar one. I peered to get a good look at it.
Summoning. Not containment. Hell yes, let's trash sparkles apartment.
I heard a massive thud from upstairs, and then all of the lights went out, plunging the place in to darkness, the same shade as Sebastian's eyes. I looked for a torch, but in spirit-ish form, I had a bio-luminescence that lit up the whole place, in a silver light.
I trudged up the stairs to look into the attic.
What I saw, well, they was watching another program. Thankfully, not the Elodide show. It was the inhuman dude show.
The man had auburn hair, and looked like a buff businessman, not a speck of dust lingering on his black shoes.
His eyes flickered with flames, and it wasn't gold. It was a dark red-black. He was chilling in a space marked on the floor, the wood warped by candle wax, dripping onto the floor and coating the walls. I was surprised that they weren't glittery. I edged closer to the space marked in pale chalk.
Oh crap. Rule one. Never trust a pentagram. Sadly, the dude was in a pentagram. Demon.
No-one noticed me, but noticed the silver light radiating off me in waves.
Sparkles started shouting at pentagram business man. "What is this trickery Azazel?!"
Aand... it was a very powerful demon, one of the nine princes of hell. This just kept getting better and better. Blood bonds and demon princes.
He just shrugged at him, his auburn hair swinging. He just gave me a glace but then came back and fixed on me fully. He looked shocked and… smug?
I did not like pentagram man. I needed Tem. I drew my sword as fast as I could, the herons on the blade catching the light, making silvery patterns on the walls.
He muttered something to Magnus in Indonesian. He paled faster than a sprinter, running. Running.
I guess I was also running. Running from Johnathan. Running from love.
I stepped forward, amongst the hush. Levelling my sword he smirked.
"Ahh, child of Satrina and Michael. The famous blood bond girl. It's hard isn't it? Loving a demon."
I didn't hear anything else. Vision turned onyx and I ran into the pentagram as I heard Satrina:
"Make him pay, daughter."
I ran into the pentagram, vision clouded with black and red. I held my sword pointed to his throat and he chuckled.
"Foolish girl." I tried to shake Satrina's hold off me, but it had me in a vice grip, my conscious in a vice grip. I snarled and said:
"Ever say that again, and I don't care your immortal, I will kill you. I will skewer you and feed you to the hounds"
He snickered and the force of a hit fell on me.
And then the day got weirder. I got rid of Satrina and then power flooded into me. A golden shield covered me as my hair whipped across me. I studied him with cold eyes, as he looked at me with pure hate. I must be having a 'side effect'
"Seraphim. I hope to see you in hell."
"Try me you bastard"
The pinstriped suit faded out of view as I juddered awake.
I thought I had just got rid of Lucifer and his minions.
In reality, one was sitting, glaring at me from the foot of my bed.
…
Clary
The sticky handprint in blood first raised my alarms, clinging in my head. It was like a warning. 'Stop'
Then my brother appeared. The curls of hair slowly turning silver in the light of the crystals, stationed at intervals along the wall, the witchlight's smudged with sticky ruby paint.
We trudged down to the kitchen. Well, technically, he sent me along, he said he had "important business to attend to." Bull. He was probably sitting on his laptop, on amazon, or applying for a shipment of seraph blades. Could you get them on amazon?
Once he appeared by the fridge, he couldn't stop laughing.
"What?" I demanded
"Just wait sis. Just wait. You're gonna wanna see this. Film it." I shrugged at got out my phone, ready on video. I still didn't trust him, but I had best play along. I didn't want him to get suspicious.
I felt like I was on auto-pilot. I replied with no expression. How could he be so cheerful when he had killed many and he was still joking with me? I hated his guts.
I studied his bracelet then, covering the place where Izzy chopped his hand off. Acheronta movebo. What did that mean? I didn't believe Sebastian more than I believed Valentine. The etched words also seemed like a warning. A shout out to hell, or heaven. To the Nephilim. To those who challenge him.
I heard a small movement from directly above us.
He pointed to my phone, the case Simon got me for my 15th birthday ragged and peeling in places. He counted down as I put the phone on.
Then I heard a pure scream of terror and a trickle of expletives slowly turning into a stream.
El ran down the stairs. Her hair looked like a bird had made its home in it, half healing cuts plastered all over her arms. But weirdly, was the white feathers in her hair. If Sebastian had done what I thought he did, I applaud him. I still hated his guts, but he was freaking brave. Or crazy. Or a psychopath… Psychopath
Sebastian couldn't stop laughing as he wept tears of laughter. I sniggered as she gave Sebastian a look of pure hate. I kept filming as she screamed:
"OK, WHO PUT THE DUCK IN MY ROOM!?"
…
Elo
I couldn't believe it. Sebastian that little… how did he know? I never told anyone, except, Ben, Lil and Michael. He couldn't stop laughing then. Nor could he now
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I am developing a respect for Sebastian. He is an arsehole, but freaking hilarious.
NO HE IS NOT MICHAEL! But he also wants to burn down the world. I think. Or set up a cupcake van. Seriously you like the twat?
I said developing respect, not bromance. Anyway, the cupcakes would be drugged.
I highly doubt it would be happy pills.
Jace ran out of his room, looking dazed and scared out of his mind. I didn't blame him. Lucifer's minions were in the house. He was snow white, and his eyes were bulging out, like huge suns. He also had two seraph blades in his hand, whilst I only had a small dagger. I lost the other one at Clary's house. I couldn't grab my sword, it shocked me too much. And the sword was on the other side of the room.
"Did you say DUCK?" Jace demanded.
I mutely nodded whilst Jace began shaking like a leaf in a tornado.
"Come on then. Let's get rid of this duck." Sebastian suggested.
"Umm actually I have got things to do so I'll just…" Jace then proceeded to run down the stairs, faster than a bullet. Must be that angel blood. Maybe I should try that.
"I-I also have ummm… stuff to do, so I'll be going now…"
"Nuh-huh sweetheart. Let's go."
I gave him a look that could have been acid, melting bones off people's bodies. He laughed and dragged me in my room. He then proceeded to throw the duck out of the window, but it landed on the floor with a horrific quack. Why not kill it if it was planning world domination? Bet my secret stash of skittles something was up with that duck. It gave a hateful quack a bounded off into the distance.
I let out a sigh as a chime erupted from my phone. I checked on the caller ID. Ben.
Oh shit.
I ignored the ring and sent him a text:
Skype. NOW.
A few minutes later I saw his dark hair on the small screen of my Samsung.
"ELODIDE THERESA HERONDALE, and yes, I am going to use your real name, WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN! Nearly 2 week's goldilocks!"
Oh great. My expected reaction. Annoyance with a sprinkle with holy shit.
"Long version or short version?"
He gritted his teeth. "LONG"
I turned towards Sebastian "Get Jace" I muttered quietly.
He turned around and almost ran straight into the wall. I guess it needed a hug. I sniggered as he glared at me with hate and ran out of the room.
"Who was that? Who is Jace?"
"Sebastard Morgernstern. Psychopath, my friend sometimes and probably a pyrotechnic."
"Andd Jace is…?"
"Remember when we said if I had a twin it would be the end of the world?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, welcome to Armageddon"
Right on queue Jace burst through the door, Clary behind.
"Hello! My sister called for sexy hot stuff and I shall oblige!"
I rolled my eyes and Ben face-palmed in the camera.
"Yep you're definitely related"
I sarcastically clapped.
"No shit Sherlock, soon the ottobach shall emerge!"
He swore at me then but sniggered
"Where are you, 'because you not bloody in York anymore"
"I think we are in New York"
"Correction sweetheart, we are in Prague." Sebastian rudely butted in. Little shit.
"TECHNICALITIES! Now, out out out! Clary you can stay, but you two… OUT. Now. Before you are cooked over a BBQ.
"With skittle flavouring?" they both asked at the same time.
"Of course. You are tasteless people after all."
"Tasteless? How?"
Ohh, how to begin. Just a few things that made me consider them to have little taste.
"Well, Jace why won't you read Percy Jackson or the hunger games or even Harry potter? Do we even share the same genes? Then again, we are both witty smart and stunningly attractive, so we must. And you…" I turned towards Joh… Sebastian. Well there were a lot of things he didn't like that John did. There was one thing in particular. "YOU DON'T LIKE FALL OUT BOY! Or skittles! Not even Twix!?"
Everyone went quiet except for Ben who said:
"Shit, you're in the deep end now mate"
I smelt burning then Jace screamed
"SHIT! THE EGGS ARE BURNING!" then ran out of the room, almost tripping on the carpet, Clary following in a ginger pursuit. Sebastian was about to go when he turned around and I saw only emerald.
"By the way El, I do like Fall out Boy" then he turned back into Sebastian and stalked out of the room.
"What the fuck?" Ben said. I had almost forgot he was on Skype with me.
"Shit. I never thought I would have to tell you this, but let's begin. So remember the old stories…"
And so he was told. In the codex it said NEVER tell and mundie about the shadow wold. But I suspected Ben had sight, so I had to tell him. He didn't even know about Michael being an angel.
I told him everything. Even about Sebastian and John. Once I had finished he blinked twice as if trying to comprehend what was going on.
"No way. No absolute fucking way."
"Seriously do you need me to run through it again?" I was sarcastic but had a small bit of sympathy. It blew your mind what was going on behind the scenes.
"No not that, I understand it perfectly. It's just… when Lil was took, he looked exactly the same as psychopath, just older."
No. if Valentine had took her… I saw what happened to Jace, Clary, Sebastian and John. Through Valentine, they were destroyed. And if that happened to Lil…
By the Angel.
…
I automatically hung up the Skype call and went downstairs, one foot at a time as if the news was dragging me down, pulling me into hell. Well, since Satrina invaded my head, I guessed that I had one foot in hell already, traveling between heaven and hell due to the number of hackers in my head. Michael, Clary, Will, Satrina. I guess you could even count sparkles, since he was in my dreams.
Lil. My god. What if Valentine had experimented on her, making her a ruthless manipulative killing machine? She was so bubbly, bright, always going on about how pink is a force to be reckoned with and how we should always wear pink on Wednesday's. Since she disappeared, we all wore a little pink ribbon round our wrists, to remember her. If you were gone, it was unlikely you would come back, unless you were in a body bag. The ribbon was weaved in with the laces for my boots. I almost sobbed, but I regained my composure and approached the kitchen, where laughter was emerging.
I stood my ground and took in the scene before me. Jace was flipping some sort of egg concoction in a pan whilst Clary was trying to plead with Sebastian, which I thought I would never see. Even though Clary was smiling, I could tell she wanted to hit Sebastian. Sebastian must have saw it because his eyes narrowed into slits.
Clary, keep your façade up. He can tell something's up.
Thanks El, will do. Does it look like I want to hit him with a brick? Because that is what I want for Christmas, if I survive until then.
I shall gift box one with his name written on it in sharpie if we get through this.
Deal.
"Can I come with you?" Clary asked sweetly.
"No"
Why not? Are you getting matching haircuts?" Clary enquired
I started giggling like a schoolgirl then
"What?" Sebastian said
"I-I would pay t-to see you two with matching haircuts" I sniggered
"My astounding and sexy hair would not look good on Sebastian. I also would not want Sebastian's hair-"
"-Because that would be messed up beyond comparison" Sebastian said, devoid of any emotion
"You can say that again" I muttered
"Why not? It's not dangerous?" Jace protested
"Anything can become dangerous"
"Your call" yep, Jace was not entirely there. Even though I had only known him like this, I could tell. No-one told a Herondale what do. Our sexiness should always have the last word. Always.
"Fine Clary, you can come. El, I know there is no point arguing…"
I smiled brightly "No! You know me so well! Who wants matching haircuts?"
…
"Are you sure this is the place? It looks run down and closed. Or both. Why are we here by the way?" I said, my stomach full of hot cider. At the stand I flirted with the boy at the counter then flipped him off. It was fun to be super attractive some days.
"Your adamas didn't work for our task so we are getting some more"
Task. Ok, getting somewhere. That adamas was still in my room, under the bed. It might free those poor downworlders, who got chained up. But how could I smuggle adamas pur into the basement seeing as it's the size of a 32 inch TV?
"After you." Sebastian said. Or rather Johnathan before turning back into Sebastian.
"And they say chivalry is dead now a days" I mused whilst walking through the door, the faint chime of bells tinkling in my wake
…
The shop was a hoarders dream. Rubbish wrappers stood on display with beautiful clothing, and gorgeous antiques. I blanched slightly and the water stained book pages, but continued on.
Soon we approached an old man at the back of the store. His wrinkled face was set in a grim line as his red eyes- Wait. Red eyes? I glanced again and saw his eyes were orbs of red hellfire. Stripping the glamour away was like trying to unstick superglue, near impossible. What I did see was a human-like figure with grey skin. Really? Another demon?
Sebastian started speaking in rapid-fire Czech then. Suddenly, it was like someone had flipped a switch on inside me and I could understand them perfectly.
Michael? Was that you?
Maybe. But then again, I can speak all languages, so you might be able to as well.
That is extremely awesome. Thanks. And no, I am not repeating that.
Damn. I wanted to record it to keep as proof forever.
Not a chance ye little bastard
Sebastian was still muttering in Czech to the demon.
"Have you got it Mirek? You know I don't like to be kept waiting"
"Of course. Can they understand Czech?"
"No."
"Oh good. Redhead is cute but blonde girl… damn. What a catch"
I felt bile rising up in my throat, and it looked like Sebastian felt the same. That. Was. Disgusting.
"Some of us can speak Czech you know!" I screamed loudly. The language was unknown to me, but it musical and lilting to my ears, if the shout wasn't so loud. Mirek and Sebastian both shut up then and turned to face them.
"I know Valentine only had one son and one daughter. Who are you?" he leered towards me and I retreated, my leg flaring with pain as it hit a nearby table.
"These are my adopted siblings" Sebastian lied smoothly. I was never as glad to hear lying, manipulative Sebastian as I was now. "Really Mirek, you need to learn the modern terms"
My hands wandered to my sword hilt and twitched. Mirek must have noticed this as he turned away. Sebastian exchanged payment with Mirek as I glanced to the shining glass substance, my own bracelet responding in a burst of sliver light that almost hit Mirek. I glared at him that said, I will kill you and regret nothing.
"It is not enough" Mirek mumbled. "Give me a lock of hair from red and gold and we will call it even."
"Not a chance" I muttered. At the same time Clary agreed.
"No" Sebastian cut in. "you will not touch a lock on hair on my sisters hair, nor Elodide's" Sebastian drew his sword and I quickly followed suit. Suddenly demons launched at us from all four sides.
"Elapids" Jace muttered as they launched at us, as Johnathan and I stood back to back and raised our swords in unison.
Then the word came crashing down
…
I laughed in glee as the first demon came towards me. Two clean slices of the sword and all that was left of him was ichor all over the floor, and a spray on my t-shirt. Immediately the ichor started eating ragged holes into my book lovers unite t-shirt. I swore and cleaved another demon in half.
Clary was over the counter fighting a demon. She was handling it fire until one was about to bite her I half from behind. I slid across the counter top and stabbed the demon with accuracy.
"Thanks El!" she shouted over the uproar.
"That's what we girls do! We kick ass!" I would have helped her but I needed to find Mirek. The letch. I was going to kill him slowly and painfully.
No sooner had I thought this I was surrounded by four demons.
Damn, I hope you don't ruin my combats.
…
Clary
Jesus Christ, El was hyper.
The moment we were attacked she started laughing and standing back to back with Sebastian, which made no sense to me. Then again, if it was him or Mirek, I would choose him. Then she muttered weird remarks and continued with fight.
El was now fighting four at once, twirling and spinning as if she were a ballet dancer, born for shadowhunting. It seemed impossible that she never knew who she was, much less a week ago. She fought like a demon, chopping up demons like it was nothing, even though her hair was damp with sweat, gold tendrils flying all around.
She was even singing whilst chopping up demons
Swing batter batter batter
Swing batter batter batter
Swig batter swing batter swig batter
SWING!
Two headless demons collapsed on the floor.
Mirek appeared and I pinned him to the concrete.
"Stop, I can give you everything I want…"
"I have everything I want"
Then I stabbed him in the neck.
…
Elodide
Demon ichor sucked. It ruined awesome t-shirts and gave you burns.
I prodded the burn carefully, sucking in sharp intakes of breath whenever I poked somewhere particularly sore.
"Shit, where is the adamas?" Sebastian muttered.
Clary found it under debris and chucked it at him. He caught it gracefully and suggested going clubbing.
"Eh, I'm not sure. Firstly, even though we are stunning, I highly doubt we would be let into a club like this" I gestured down at my mangled clothes. "And secondly, I dunno."
"They do sweet mixes, meaning alcohol and sweets" Sebastian persuaded
"Wait. Do they do skittles and whiskey?"
"Yep"
"I'm sold" I said. "When can we go?"
…
Mirek's selection of girl's clothes was pathetic. And only dresses. I muttered swearwords under my breath as I spotted adamas earrings, long and delicately twisted. I threaded them through and gazed at the only thing that was my size.
It was even shorter than Izzy's dress and that was saying something. It was a deep purple, with diamond cut outs all over it. I don't think it could count as clothing, more like a strap of stretchy cloth. Screw that, it couldn't even pass as a scrap of cloth. More like a damn thread. Walked into the bathroom and changed, adding a few iratze's in the process. The dress clung to me like a damn second skin. I laced up my combats, which thankfully weren't ruined and shrugged on a leather jacket. I stopped at the mirror and looked at myself.
My gold hair was going a little bit crazy to say the least. Damn waves. Why couldn't I have straight hair? Or less crazy hair.
But El, you are crazy.
Thanks for the compliments head.
Aw I thought we got past this
Not a chance Michael.
…
Walking into the room was like walking into court with the death penalty hanging over your head. Scary and messed up. It was who would greet me, Sebastian or John?
A curt nod was placed in my direction. Aand… we have a winner. Mr Sebastian Morgernstern step right up! His antique coat gave him the air of formal yet easy-going hotness. And let me say this. Damn.
Clary placed a small thumbs up in my direction even though she looked as uncomfortable in a dress as I did. Jace looked at me and raised his eyebrows and went older brother mode. Again. This was getting bloody annoying now.
"ELODIDE HERONDALE YOU ARE NOT GOING OUT DRESSED IN THAT!"
"WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?" I screamed back "DO YOU WANT ME TO GO CLUBBING STARK NAKED? WHO ARE YOU, MY MUM?" Sebastian snorted but covered it up with a cough.
I smiled and walked down the road pleased with myself.
"Wrong way El!"
"I knew that." I muttered as I ran to catch up to my sibling, my friend and the psychopath.
…
Clubbing was one of the best experiences ever. Once we arrived, we went down a set of stairs that were glamoured, light pulsing all around in time to the beat. The moment we got downstairs Clary and Jace started dancing whilst Sebastian literally disappeared off the face of the earth.
I went up to the bar and ordered skittle scotch and had a sip. And this is what heaven tasted like. Silver drops rained down along with black wax. The droplets ran down as I looked up and gasped.
Let's say they didn't call this place Kosti Lustr for nothing. High above the dancer's heads was literally a bone chandelier. Fused together human skulls, spines and any other bone you could think of were glued together with black wax that rained down and the candles burned.
Turning my head away, I looked at the sliver on my hair and clothes. People were drinking the stuff, catching it on their tongues. So I tried it. The moment the liquid touched my lips, everything was a blur. Light colour and sound swirled around as I felt happy for some reason. This is what it must feel like to be high. I never touched drugs, even though I had had my fair share of drinking nights.
Then I danced a let my troubles disappear.
…
After dancing with several downworlders, most of whom only wanted me for sex, I sat next to the bar, buzzing with joy. I looked quickly into the alcoves where people were having serious make out sessions. I spy with my little eye… two very familiar shadowhunters. Clary and Jace. Did this surprise me? No.
I grabbed a napkin and a pen and scribbled down a message for Jace. Clary would me mortified in the morning.
Speaking of Clary…
I saw her run out of the little make out session. Brother, did you hurt my friend? If you did, you shall be a shish kebab by the end of the night. But no. it looked like she was having some sort of seizure and then she collapsed.
I sprinted over and saw Sebastian doing the same, from whatever hellhole he appeared from. One of the fae walked out from the same direction as Sebastian and walked off. I memorised his features. I love my photographic memory. I might draw him and show it to Miya. She might shed some more light on the situation.
We both reached Clary at the same time. Locking eyes I saw they were a brilliant green before turning into black.
Still hope then. Still hope.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Dunno, one min"
I channelled Michael and used the Mikey senses. Some people had spidey senses, whereas me, I had mikey senses.
But even Michael was stumped.
"Maybe it was the drug. It might have made her ill, or hallucinate, not quite sure though"
"I'll take her back to the apartment then."
"Do you want us to come with you?" I questioned
"No. I can probably handle one red haired midget. Enjoy the night you guys"
He disappeared and that left only me and Sebastian. Alone. I heard fall out boy coming from the speakers.
"Wanna dance?" I enquired
…
Sebastian and I hit the dance floor. The music thrummed through my veins as I kept stealing glances at Sebastian, waiting for Johnathan. Waiting. More of the drugs got in my mouth as a clutched onto Sebastian. His eyes were like static, switching from black to green in the span of a second. I held onto him and tapped the beat onto his palm. Closing my eyes, I wished for Johnathan.
Suddenly I felt the beat tapped against my palm. I opened my eyes and saw Johnathan staring at me with a mixture of emotions in his face.
"Thank you El."
The song ended and an announcement came over from the DJ in Czech
"One night only! Sing your favourite song as long as you play an instrument at the same time! Gather up! Line forms to my left!"
"Can you play?" I asked him
"I'm not too bad on electric guitar. But what are we going to play is the question."
I tapped the beat and his eyes widened fractionally and he laughed, a smile lighting up his face like a light switch was flipped inside him.
"Let's go!" I said whilst laughing, dragging John with me, a smile plastered on his beautiful features
…
"Now! It's these two sweethearts! Playing 'Immortals' by Fall Out Boy, I give you… El and John!"
We slowly entered the makeshift stage. Bright lights swirled and exploded in vibrant colours. The chandelier- no. now what not the time for such horrors. Now was a time for John. I didn't know how much time was left.
Grabbing an electric violin and setting in in my neck, I saw John grin at me over the Electric guitar as I tapped the beat once and we played:
They say we are what we are
But we don't have to be
I'm bad behaviour but I do it in the best way
I'll be the watcher (watcher) of the eternal flame
And I'll be the god darn of all your fevered dreams
(Oh...) I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass. (Glass, glass)
(Oh...) I'll try to picture me without you but I can't
'Cause we could be immortals, immortals
Just not for long, for long
Live with me forever now, pull the blackout curtains down
Just not for long, for long
We could be immortals, immortals, immortals, immortals
(Immortals)
Sometimes the only pay off for having any faith
Is when it's tested again and again everyday
I'm still comparing your past to my future
It might be your wound, but they're my suitors
(Oh...) I am the sand in the bottom half of the hourglass. (Glass, glass)
(Oh...) I'll try to picture me without you but I can't
'Cause we could be immortals, immortals
Just not for long, for long
Live with me forever now, pull the blackout curtains down
Just not for long, for long
We could be immortals, immortals, immortals, immortals
Live with me forever now
Pull the blackout curtains down
We could be immortals, immortals
Just not for long, for long
We could be immortals, immortals, immortals, immortals
Immortals
Immortals
…
I laughed with joy as the song ended. Running up to john a smiled and pushed him lightly in the shoulder
"Not bad at playing guitar? You were amazing!"
"You're always amazing El" I blushed tomato red as I remembered the 100 downworlders watching us with amusement and placing bets.
I smiled and said "I love you Johnathan Christopher Fairchild. And I know this is gonna have consequences but I don't care."
He smiled as my soul lit up "May as well finish what we started." He pronounced
Then he kissed me and the world became sharper, clearer. It was beautiful in all its clarity.
…
Later we went back to the apartment, and I fell into ecstasy. Pure ecstasy.
Ecstasy and him.